The Tourist
Born on top of a cedarYou can't see meBut I see whateverYou are moving
Can't you put up a ladderCan't you free me?I'm on top of the cedarWaving, screaming
Aaaaaaah
Born on top of a cedarYou can't see meBut I feel the shiverWhen you are moving
Can't you put up a ladderCan't you meet me?I'm not holding a treasureI'm waving, screaming
Aaaaaaah
Can I wear your gloves before my hands break off?Can I wear your gloves and then come down?Can I wear your gloves before my hands break off?Can I wear your gloves and then calm down?
Born on top of a cedarI'm watching my breathingIt's been almost foreverSince I've been feeling
I can't touch you howeverI can't lean outStuck on top of this cedarThat I have brought up
Aaaaaaah